Fated by 'I Do'

Chapter 23 : Afraid to loose you

Taehyung was holding Jungkook so close to him for the whole evening that he didn't even leave Jungkook for using the washroom. Jungkook was scared of Taehyung's aggression, because it was the first time he had seen Taehyung that way-so possessive, so protective, ready to kill just because Inseyeop had tried to touch him.

"Hyung... I wanna use the washroom... it's urgent... please, lemme go..." he pleaded, showing his puppy eyes and pouty lips to calm Taehyung's hot headed mind.

Taehyung's grip loosened slightly as he looked down at Jungkook, his fierce expression softening at the sight of those pleading eyes and the adorable pout. He sighed, running a hand through his hair, trying to shake off the protective tension that had held him on edge since the incident with Inseyeop.

"Fine," he muttered, but his voice was still laced with a hint of worry. "But you're not going alone." He gently led Jungkook toward the bathroom, his hand firm but tender on his shoulder. Even as they reached the door, Taehyung hesitated, his eyes searching Jungkook's face for any sign of lingering fear.

Jungkook's lips curled into a small, relieved smile. "Hyung, I'll be fine. It's just the washroom."

Taehyung let out a reluctant sigh and finally released his hold, though he stayed right outside, arms crossed and gaze fixed protectively on the door. His heart was still racing with anger and worry, but seeing Jungkook safe brought a small comfort, a reassurance he so desperately needed.

Inside, Jungkook splashed water on his face, looking at his own reflection in the mirror, a mix of emotions swirling within him. Part of him felt overwhelmed by Taehyung's fierce protectiveness, but another part-a softer, deeper part-felt warmth at how much Taehyung cared.

When Jungkook opened the door, Taehyung was still there, waiting, his expression softening further at the sight of him.

"Come here," Taehyung whispered, pulling Jungkook into a gentle hug, his arms wrapping securely around him. "I'm not letting you out of my sight tonight."

Jungkook relaxed in Taehyung's embrace, the warmth and safety of it easing the last remnants of fear. "Thank you... for everything, hyung," he whispered, his voice barely audible but filled with sincerity.

Taehyung simply held him closer, letting his actions speak where words fell short.

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The night was quiet, save for the gentle hum of the city outside the window. Taehyung lay beside Jungkook, their bodies close but their minds wandering in the same rhythm, as if drawn by a quiet, shared melody. The moonlight filtered softly through the curtains, casting a silver glow over them, and in that moment, everything else faded away.

Jungkook's fingers traced soft patterns on Taehyung's arm, a gentle, soothing touch that felt like an unspoken promise. Taehyung's heart stirred, his breath falling in sync with the warmth of Jungkook's skin, his gaze fixed as if he never wanted to look away. "You are my reality, my dream," he thought, the words floating through his mind like a whisper, a truth so deep it left him speechless.

Jungkook tilted his head, his eyes meeting Taehyung's with a warmth that held both wonder and certainty. The silence between them was filled with a song of its own, a feeling that couldn't be captured in words. They needed none. Instead, Taehyung pulled him closer, the world shrinking down to just the two of them, their breaths mingling in the tender stillness.

They lay like that, no rush, just an endless calm, a silent dance that swayed between them. Every small touch, every subtle look was like a confession-one they both already knew but couldn't resist saying again and again, in the softness of each touch, in the quiet beat of their hearts.